Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Malawi and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing the Bar-Kays to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Vainqueur,
Graham Central Station,
The Index,
The Monochrome Set,
Joe Finger,
Glenn Branca,
Black Pus,
Gil Scott Heron,
Heaven 17,
Wire,
Monks,
Rufus Thomas,
OOIOO,
Massinfluence,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Thompson Twins,
Pulsallama,
Nation of Ulysses,
T. Rex,
Stiv Bators,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Soul II Soul,
Cameo,
Scratch Acid,
KRS-One,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nirvana,
The Offenders,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
8 Eyed Spy,
Procol Harum,
Kas Product,
The Raincoats,
The Fall,
Warsaw,
Lower 48,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Hashim,
Chris Corsano,
The Modern Lovers,
Neil Young,
Robert Hood,
The Selecter,
Vladislav Delay,
the Fania All-Stars,
10cc,
David Axelrod,
Roxette,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ituana,
This Heat,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The New Christs,
Dark Day,
Subhumans,
Brand Nubian,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.